Novels by Nala

It was just after one the next day. The house was emptier than usual, Mrs. Harrington had left for lunch with her sister, Claire, and wasn’t expected back until late afternoon. Elena had followed instructions exactly. no uniform, only the short white apron tied at the waist, nothing underneath. She knelt on the thick rug in the study when he told her to, hands on her thighs, waiting. Mr. Harrington stood in front of her, already hard, his cock thick and heavy as he stroked it once. “Open.” She did. He fed it into her mouth slowly, letting her taste the clean skin and the salt of the bead at the tip. Elena took him deep, her cheeks hollowing, and tongue working the underside the way he liked. His hand rested in her hair, guiding without forcing yet. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room as she bobbed, saliva starting to shine on her chin. The door opened without a knock. Claire stood there, raincoat still on, keys in one hand, expression frozen for half a second. She had the sa

The house was quiet in that particular late evening rain tapping the windows. Upstairs, the wife had gone to bed early with a migraine and a glass of wine. The door to the master bedroom had closed nearly an hour ago. Down here, in the study, the only light came from the desk lamp and the dying fire. Elena stood by the sideboard in her black uniform dress, the white apron still tied neat at her waist. She had been clearing the last of the crystal when he told her to lock the door. She did. The key turned with a soft click. Mr. Harrington didn’t look up from the papers on his desk at first. He simply said, “Come here.” She crossed the room. He pushed his chair back and pointed to the space between his spread knees. Elena stepped into it. He reached up, took the apron strings, and pulled. The bow came undone. The apron fell. His hands went to the buttons at the front of her dress next, working them open one by one until the fabric hung loose and her breasts were free of the bra he

Heat flooded her cheeks, but she obeyed. She had agreed to total submission, and the way he looked at her said he intended to collect immediately. She shuffled forward on her knees until her thighs framed his head. Benson shoved her skirt the rest of the way up, hooked two fingers in the crotch of her underwear, and yanked the fabric aside. He didn’t tease. His mouth sealed over her cunt in one hungry motion. Thick tongue dragged through her folds, then pushed inside, fucking into her while his nose pressed against her clit. Mimi’s head dropped back, a broken moan ripping free before she could stop it. Her hands flew to the headboard for balance as he ate her like a starved man, wet sounds were obscene in the quiet hospital room. Every time she tried to lift away from the intensity he gripped her hips harder and pulled her down onto his tongue. “Benson—” He answered by sucking her clit between his lips and working it with the flat of his tongue until her thighs started to shak

Mimi’s pulse thundered in her ears. The phone still hung loosely in her hand, the billing department’s final warning echoing in her skull. Her sister’s pale, tired face flashed through her mind, the endless cycle of treatments that had already drained every savings account and favor she had left. Benson watched her without blinking, phone still raised with a thumb poised. The morning light cut across the hard planes of his chest and the dark ink wrapping his arms. He didn’t push. He simply waited, the silence heavier than any threat. Her voice came out raw. “Yes.” The single word barely left her lips before the air in the room changed. Benson’s eyes darkened. He set the phone down on the bedside table with deliberate care, never looking away from her. “Say it properly.” Mimi swallowed. Her throat felt tight. “I agree. You pay the full balance… and I’m yours. Whatever you want.” A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth. “Come here.” She hesitated only a second long enou

Hours later, the adrenaline from their clash finally caught up with Mimi. Exhausted, she completely drifted off to sleep, curled up uncomfortably on the stiff, narrow couch across from his bed. It was clearly designed for visitors but wasn't anywhere near comfortable enough for a full night's rest.The hospital room grew freezing cold as the industrial AC kicked into high gear. Mimi shivered in her sleep, pulling her legs tight against her chest and hugging her arms around her corporate blazer to stay warm.Benson watched her from his bed. The cocky, predatory edge completely melted from his face, replaced by something unusually gentle.Quietly, so he wouldn't disturb her, he unhooked himself from the heart monitor to silence the beeping. He carefully swung his massive legs out of the bed, gripping his heavy, warm blanket. Moving with surprising stealth for a guy his size, he walked across over to the couch.He leaned down and gently draped the thick blanket over her trembling shoulde

Mimi didn't lock the door. Instead, she marched straight up to the side of his hospital bed, her high heels clicking sharply against the linoleum floor.Benson’s smirk only widened as she got closer, his dark eyes tracking her every move, expecting her to tremble, to beg, or to look defeated.Instead, Mimi raised her hand and delivered a fierce, resounding slap right across his jaw.The sharp crack cut through the quiet hospital room, completely drowning out the steady beep of the heart monitor. Benson’s head snapped to the side from the sheer force of the blow.Silence fell over the room.The absolute daylight was shocked right out of him. The victorious, cocky expression vanished instantly, replaced by wide-eyed, unadulterated shock. He froze, his hand slowly rising to touch his stinging, reddening cheek. In his entire life, no one had ever dared to touch him like that, let alone a woman half his size.Mimi didn't back down. She leaned over the bed railing, getting right into his st

The car slowed to a stop before a grand building, its exterior glowing with neon lights that splashed across the night like fire. Music throbbed from within, loud enough to make Naomi’s chest vibrate even before Nick parked. She pressed her palms against her knees, her heart racing faster than the beat of the bass.“This is it,” Nick said with a grin as he slipped out of the car, circling to open her door. “Come on, baby. Trust me.”Naomi hesitated. Every sermon her mother had ever preached rang in her ears—warnings about “godless places,” about losing herself, about how girls who wandered off the righteous path always paid dearly for it. And yet, the sight of Nick’s hand stretched out for hers made her chest ache. She took it.Inside was worse—or better. Naomi couldn’t decide. The music swallowed her whole, drowning her thoughts. Bright strobe lights cut across the dance floor, catching on sweat-slick bodies pressed together, moving in wild abandon. Women in dresses so short her moth

Naomi lay awake in bed long after everyone had gone to sleep. Her room was quiet yet her heart would not settle. The words Nick had whispered in her ear at church, the promise of a surprise if she sneaked out to meet him under the old tree kept circling in her mind.At first, she told herself she wouldn’t do it, it was too dangerous, too shameful. Her father trusted her completely and her mother Lydia always said that a girl’s honor was her crown. Sneaking out at night went against everything she had been raised to believe. But then she thought of Nick’s face the way his voice softened when he called her “his girl,” and her chest tightened with longing.She rolled on her side staring at the wall. “Just one night,” she whispered to herself. “I will only see him for a little while.”The decision felt like it was pulling her apart. Guilt gnawed at her stomach but her love or what she believed was love burned hotter than her fear.Slowly, she rose from her bed the cool floor chilled her b

The church bell rang loudly that Sunday morning, calling everyone to gather. Naomi walked slowly beside her parents. She felt heavy inside, her thoughts circling what Nick had told her, and William’s face when she had rejected him. She tried to shake it off, but the uneasiness followed her into the church.The service hall was already full. The elite women sat in the front rows, their colorful hats and matching wrappers shining under the light. Their whispers floated like sharp knives through the air, little giggles hidden behind their palms. Naomi knew who they were talking about.Her father, Pastor George, was not present that day. He had traveled to a minister’s retreat. That absence made the air in the hall strange, as if authority had shifted somewhere else.When the choir finished singing, a small stir rose near the altar. William walked forward. His steps were slow, his shoulders stiff. He wore a simple shirt and trousers, his face pale.Right behind him was Camille Stevenson,

The house of the Stevenson family was a mansion that seemed to breathe power, tall marble pillars framed the entrance, shining floors reflected the silver chandeliers, and every corner spoke of wealth. Yet for William, it was not home. He lived here, yes, but never felt like he belonged.He often hid in his music room on the east wing of the house. It was the only place where he felt free, the piano waited for him with open arms, the guitar leaned quietly in the corner, and the violin lay in its velvet case, waiting for his hands to bring it alive, music was where his pain turned into something beautiful.That evening his fingers moved over the piano keys filling the room with a soft melody. It was not a happy tune, It was the sound of loneliness, a boy’s cry dressed in notes.Suddenly, the door burst open.William flinched as his fingers slipped on the keys, he looked up quickly, his stepmother, Camille Stevenson, stood there with her face twisted in rage. She held her phone tightly

Sunday morning came heavy with warmth and light, bells rang across the church compound as families arrived in their best clothes. Naomi walked beside her mother, her Bible pressed against her chest. She tried to look calm, but inside her heart beat fast. She knew Williams would be around and after the promise she gave Nick she was determined not to speak to him again.The church was already buzzing when they entered. Ushers welcomed them, the choir rehearsed one last hymn, and children ran down the aisle before their parents hushed them. Naomi hurried to her section head bent not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.But it didn’t take long.Williams spotted her from the other side of the hall, his eyes lit up the way they always did when he saw her, and before Naomi could pretend not to notice he came closer, holding a small folded note in his hand.“Naomi,” he whispered gently slipping the paper onto her hymnbook.Her throat tightened, She didn’t want to draw attention, so she ke

Choir rehearsal was supposed to be about hymns and harmonies but Naomi couldn’t focus on a single note. The moment she walked into the church hall her eyes found Nick. He leaned casually against the back wall talking with two choir girls, his smile slow and easy yet his eyes were on Naomi the entire time. Her stomach twisted after the park, after seeing him with those girls, she had promised herself she wouldn’t let his presence shake her. But one glance from him and her resolve melted. When rehearsal ended, Naomi tried to slip away quietly but before she could step out of the hall a strong hand closed around her wrist. “Naomi,” Nick’s voice was low, tight with emotion. “We need to talk.” “Nick, please I need to get home,” she whispered, glancing at the others still packing their things. “I don’t care,” he said, his grip firm. “We need to talk.” The intensity in his tone froze her feet and she let him lead her out of the hall and into one of the narrow side corridors, away from